by Steve Joos
This poem is a very personal tribute to the music of Burt Bacharach and Hal David.
|Burt, Hal, Dionne and anyone else who
performed your music through the 1980s-
Two words for those fatter royalty checks:
And thank you for the soundtrack which saw me through a hapless life.
And for being there when my heart was breaking.
You see this guy?
I wish I would have played that song.
That's how it was in February, but August?
Just the odds and ends of a beautiful love affair.
Why did birds suddenly appear every time she was near?
One year, close to you, the next in different home rooms
What's it all about, high school?
The last of the happy love songs.
You'll never get to heaven (tell it to the banker),
Always something there to remind me (travelogues at the Shrine?).
There was one of those girls the Blue Seas music men could never put in my mind
The look? Her grin turned me on, but she was too innocent, a Girl Scout.
Someone else wrote a song about her since I knew her with those sand and shovels.
"L" is for the way you look at me,
Sorry, wrong Bert.